Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
AZ,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.